To champion a pleasant life
Pacified, avoiding strife,
To dread the sorely needed knife:
A vile notion often taught
Voicing empty wind and naught,
That progress is utility caught-
Its essence, dwindling, even so
May come to halt without a foe-
Face some danger, hardship sow!
Progress stems from will to fight
Not from comfort, but from plight;
Whets itself on others’ might.
Steer away, remain not dull
Lest numbing bliss will take its toll,
Lest the bell resound its call.